She’s pissed off about something, and I’m having quite a hard time figuring it out, so I make a call to the experienced person. He’s gone for a vacation with my emotional mess of a sister, and I hope she won’t start crying over my call.
“Hello,” Zo says in his monotonous voice.He’s a robot, and here people are accusing me.
“Listen, she is acting very strange. She’s neither talking to me nor looking at me.”
“That’s what she always does.”
“Fuck you, man. That’s not what she always does. What she always does is take small glances, act all confident, and I don’t give a shit—with red cheeks. But since last night, she is acting like she doesn’t want to see me at all. You know, like I’ve committed a serious crime.”
“Then you must have done something.”
“What?” I ask myself, looking toward her. She’s in her garden, and I’m right here, right in front of her eyes. A little far, yes, but she could see me if she wanted to. But she doesn’t want to. And it’s eating me up.
Wait.Is she mad about what I did in the forest?Nah. She doesn’t get mad over such things. Not like this. But… who knows.
“Look, dude, what I do the whole day with her, she doesn’t approve of. So it’s like impossible to figure out. And when I asked her this morning, she said she’s fine.”
“Did you do something that you’ve never done before?”
I rub my chin with my finger, muttering, “I threatened her to fuck, I made her run in the forest and then back home, I asked her to hide, I wrote a romantic note for her, I left a flower in her favorite color beside her pillow, I danced with her. Which part is wrong?”
“The second half.”
“You mean to say the things that every man does are wrong, and the things I do are right? I know you love me, bro, but that doesn’t mean you have to lie just to keep my heart intact.”
“Behaving like a dick is your default state; she’s gotten used to it by now. Leaving flowers and romantic notes is somethingthat could have unsettled her somehow. I can’t tell you exactly what the problem is, but it seems to revolve around that.”
“Alright. This much information is enough. Leave the rest to me. You can go now.”
“Don’t fuck up.”
“I won’t.”
I cut the call, put the phone back inside my pocket, and walk toward her.
“Angel.”
She looks up.God… her eyes.
“Will you go on a date with me?”
She purses her lips. “Didn’t I tell you yesterday that I don’t like you acting romantic?”
“It’s not romantic,” I frown, then realize the very concept of a date is romantic.
“Alright. If you don’t want a date, then how about going for a walk in the forest?” I smile. “You don’t hate the forest, right?”
A shade of pink covers her neck and cheeks. “Why would I?” she asks.
“Don’t want to know about me?”
She shakes her head. I purse my lips. “But I do. So we’re going. We’ll leave now if you want to be back before dinner.”
She gets up and removes her gloves. “And if I refuse?”
“I’ll put you over my shoulder, and then we’ll walk around the forest like that.”
She nods. “Let’s go.”
